i seek something more, something elusive, like silver sand. now I think I found it, and there, its gone again.

there an almost missed train
as i walked by the station, an older man
and a young boy, suddenly woke up from the conversation
they were lost in and scrambled out of the car when the whistle blew
there was an air of affection
underlining annoyance
as drivers half-smiling as they squinted
into the near-blinding sun
there was a story abandoned in labour
there was laughing stumbling and awkwardness
as the forgetten words, lives, and selves were re-embraced
possibly the last time before this life dies